. Emblemes . y fcule,and ravifh in relation : *.£hy words being fpent $ fpend now^in Contemplation, » Book?: IMBLEMESi W9 Sweet lefa, theWordojtle Father9the hrightnefe *f pater*nail glory ^whom Angels delight to view* teach me to do thy wtUithat, led by thy goad Spirit,/ may come to that hlejfed City is eternal, where there u certainefecurity, andfecure eternt*ty, and eternall peace, andpeacefuUhappinep, and happyfweet-nefe^andfweetpleafurei where thou 0 God with the ratHfand the holy Spirit Iwefi andraignefiworldwithout end. Ibid. There u light
. Emblemes . y fcule,and ravifh in relation : *.£hy words being fpent $ fpend now^in Contemplation, » Book?: IMBLEMESi W9 Sweet lefa, theWordojtle Father9the hrightnefe *f pater*nail glory ^whom Angels delight to view* teach me to do thy wtUithat, led by thy goad Spirit,/ may come to that hlejfed City is eternal, where there u certainefecurity, andfecure eternt*ty, and eternall peace, andpeacefuUhappinep, and happyfweet-nefe^andfweetpleafurei where thou 0 God with the ratHfand the holy Spirit Iwefi andraignefiworldwithout end. Ibid. There u light without darejfe; loy without griefe j depewithout puni[hment; love without fadnejfe; fatiety withoutloathings fafety without jeare i health without dijeafei qn£life without death My fou!e3 pry not too nearcly f The Complexion Qf Sols bright face is feen, but by Reflexion: But wouldft thou knovy whats heavn ?. lie tell thee wfoal % .Think what thou canft not think, and Heav^i is that, ----- y 1MBLEMES Make hag my dchvel-, awl le Thwliktio a, Roe, or to ajf07uj Hart vjion iheItlounbamfs tf Jjttces, CantZ-if. wiUfofe Book*; EMBLEMIS. 3©I XV. XIV. Make ha&e my Beloved^ and belike theRoe or tbejoung Hart upon the Mouth tames of Spices. GO, gentle Tyrant, goe ; thy flames do pierceMy foule too deep j thy flames are too too fierce : Vly marrow meltsj my fainting Spirits fry xh torrid Zone of thy Meridian Eye 5 ,away: Thy fyyeets are too perfuming • fume, turne thy face 5 Thy fires are too confumin^ 5Haft hence 5 and let thy winged fteps out-aoeThe frighted Roe-buck, and his flymgRoc : But wilt thou leave me then ? O thou that art Life of my Soule, Soule of my dying heart, Without the fweet Afped of whofe fairc Eyes, My foule does languish, and her folacedies j fVrt thou fo eafly wood ? So apt to heare The frantick language of my foolifhfeare ?Leave, leave me not % nor turne thy beauty from me,Looke,looke upon me, though thine eyes ovrcome mc* D how they wou
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